The nuclear silos that had been primed for ignition suddenly stood as nothing more than dormant, useless cylinders of steel. The talk of war evaporated, replaced by the mundane, beautiful business of living.
I looked at my screen, the data flowing like a cool, stabilizing river. The markets settled, the borders softened, and the threat of total annihilation dissolved into the background radiation of a world that had, quite suddenly, remembered how to breathe.
I sipped my coffee, looked out at the New York skyline, and smiled. Everything was right. The world was saved, not by a grand decree, but by the simple, divine grace of a man returning to his work, his pockets full, and his purpose restored.
PEACE.
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